Page 35 of Cyn
An hourafter everyone but Joe had left, Cyn was sitting in her office on the third floor, spinning her chair back and forth at a lazy pace. She’d done a bit more digging into the chat sites and message boards of some of McElroy’s friends and while she’d learned a lot, she hadn’t ultimately learned anything worthwhile.
She paused her spinning when she heard Joe’s footsteps on the stairs leading to her office. He’d had a couple of calls he’d had to make and a report to file and so she’d left him downstairs while she’d disappeared into her office.
With each footstep she heard, her heart rate kicked up. When she’d finally gone to bed the night before, she’d considered taking matters into her own hands. In the end, she’d decided that she’d rather wait to be with Joe. It was a little masochistic, but anticipation was all part of the fun.
Joe paused at the door, his hand on the frame. As his gaze swept the room, hers trailed over him. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his jeans and sweater fit him to a “T.” She knew what was behind the zipper of those pants and damn if her mouth didn’t start to water thinking about it.
Her eyes lingered and even from across the room, she saw him swell behind the denim. Oh, tonight was definitely going to be one to remember.
Joe took a step forward then another and her gaze finally lifted to meet his. There was no mistaking the intent in his eye and instinct had her pressing her thighs together.
“Don’t,” he said.
She stopped.
He stopped in front of her. His zipper so close to mouth level that she couldn’t resist. She reached out, but he caught her wrist and stilled her. “Hands on the chair,” he said.
She studied his expression and the heat she saw there—along with the hint of bossiness—had her complying. She wrapped her fingers around each arm of her chair and held his gaze, waiting to see what demand he would issue next.
He unzipped himself and, having gone commando, he sprang free immediately. Holding his cock in one hand and sliding his hand into her hair with the other, he urged her forward. Although, truth be told, he didn’t have tourgeher very much.
“You wanted it. Now take it,” he said.
And she did. Without hesitation. She flattened her tongue over his tip, then took him deep. He sucked in a deep breath and cursed on the exhale. She started to lift a hand to grip his hips, but he growled at her and she immediately wrapped her fingers back around the chair arms.
She sucked and licked as he fucked her mouth, his body growing more and more rigid with each passing second, then finally he groaned out a long curse.
His movements were getting jerkier and jerkier. She gave a little hum, and his spine went rigid as he swelled in her mouth.
“Again,” he ground out, his fist tightening in her hair.
And she complied.
“Fuck.” He drew the word out as he came in hot bursts. She greedily continued to suck and swallow, and when there was no more left, he pulled away.
She wasn’t sure what to expect next, but it sure as shit wasn’t for Joe to drop to his knees in front of her and pull her to the edge of her seat.
“Keep your hands on the chair,” he ordered. She was going to havenoproblems complying with that.
He spread her thighs and ran his hands over the thin cotton leggings she wore. Grabbing her knees, he lifted them and placed her legs over his shoulders, pulling her to his face. His hot breath filtered through the material and she was sure he could smell her arousal. He ran the ridge of his nose over her and paused when he reached the top, his mouth so close but still so far.
“You smell fucking amazing, Cyn.”
She smiled. “Wait until you taste.”
His eyes shot up and darkened to an almost navy color. Without a word, he dropped her legs from his shoulders, tugged her leggings and underwear down, then latched onto her clit with no warning.
She’d like to think some coherent, breathy, sexy sounds came from her mouth, but she was pretty sure it sounded more like a combination of half-swears, groans, and unintelligible noises. Her fingers gripped the chair and sensations—so many sensations—hit her with the subtly of a tsunami.
The feel of Joe’s hair against her sensitive thighs, his tongue on her skin, his teeth nipping at her. She knew he’d be good at this, that they’d be good together, but even knowing that, believing that, hadn’t prepared her for this.
She was teetering on the edge, her orgasm building and the heat spreading from her clit, up her stomach, down her legs, and to her toes. Then Joe slid two fingers inside her as he sucked hard, and she exploded. Thank god his hands held her down or she was pretty sure she would have launched off the chair as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, claiming her body.
When the intensity started to ebb, and she felt like she could breathe again, she slowly opened her eyes to find Joe, still kneeling, watching her.
A grin teased his lips. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off, how about we head to bed and get to know each other a little better.”
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